After  a winter wondrous 11 days in the UK it was time to F off to France and complete our FUK’ing trip in Paris.  We were expecting to be surrounded by high viz gillets jaunes and fires burning in the streets, instead we were met with an eerie since of silence on the chilly Parisian streets. A silence only broken by trying to touch a piece of cheese in our “friendly” MOF fromagerie.

With so much of our time in Paris spent (fr)omage to baby cheeses, it must have been thanks to him that NOTHING happened!! And it was great! The nearest we came to danger was on the Tuileries Christmas market when we saw a horror ride themed around Michael Jackson in a Santa suit…now if only he was to sing from fiddler on the roof???

We stayed at the same place as last time, for the first time ever! Still an incredible location, but we started to realise that maybe the romance of last time overlooked a few essential amenities like soaps, comfortable bed, oven…but realised our priorities were straight when our make shift cheese, croissant and baguette bag rubbish was placed in makeshift bins from bottles of vintage Veuve, Moët and Pommery.

New activities in Paris: we went inside Notre Dame (no euphemism), found the falafel in le Marais (no euphemism) and watched Netflix…cos we could. 

Merci toujours Paris! If only we could start every year in you (no euphemism).